S.o.b. Lyrics - To Whom It May Concern - Lisa Marie Presley

You said I seem so grim and, darling, do you forgive me? 

And I went out on a limb 'cause I needed to be 

Near the fireflies flying high above me 

And then I hit the sky and it fell down on me 

You said it wasn't sharp but I cut my finger 

You said it just wouldn't burn and I scarred my face 

You know I bite my nails, my skin and my fingers 

And I've heard that's my liver, my nerves and my brain 

I said I just like to bite on my fuckin' fingers 

Do you have another intelligent answer for me today? 

You said it wasn't sharp but I cut my finger 

You said it just wouldn't burn and I scarred my face 

You said it just wasn't when it fell down on me 

And I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say 

I lost my trust in you you were dangerous and scary 

And you poisoned me with the fruits 

Everyone was intrigued by and I finally got buried 

You said I won't forget and I don't remember 

And you said I'm something I'm not and I fell on my face 

You said I wouldn't rot but worms are crawling on me 

I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say 

Now I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say